The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1778: They Even Dared to Target Mr. Zachmann!

With wide-open eyes, she watched the doctor say a few words of advice to Hendrik Zachmann and then leave.

She gritted her teeth, then turned her head, looking at Nathalie Quinlan not far away with unwillingness in her eyes.

...

Nathalie Quinlan still maintained her calm demeanor, talking to Audrick Zachmann and likely discussing the follow-up with the doctor about Leonardy Zachmann’s situation.

Audrick Zachmann didn’t mind whatever she said, completely indifferent.

Nathalie Quinlan roughly arranged matters with the doctor.

She was just about to say something to Stanley Zachmann, to ask him to step outside for a talk.

She wanted to understand what exactly was going on this time.

Just then, Nathalie Quinlan’s phone suddenly rang.

It was a call from the nursing home in Beijing.

Nathalie Quinlan frowned slightly, half-closed her eyes, reached out to put the phone to her ear, and politely said, "Hello."

On the other end of the phone, there was the almost chaotic sound of running, along with the noise of ambulances, very noisy.

Then she heard the person calling her on the other end, panting heavily as they said, "Ms. Quinlan? Mr. Zachmann is not doing well!"

Nathalie Quinlan’s hand suddenly tightened, the knuckles of the hand holding the phone protruded, and everyone in the hallway heard her voice as cold as ice, "What did you say?"

Hendrik Zachmann, Stanley Zachmann, Audrick Zachmann all looked at her.

Even Sadam Vinson and Govert Griffin, chatting not far away, turned in her direction.

But Nathalie Quinlan seemed not to see them, holding the phone, walking to the side, speaking in an extremely low voice, "What exactly happened?"

Mr. Zachmann had recently become much healthier, and his insomnia had improved a lot. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Not long ago, he was happily telling her that he would move out of the nursing home soon and go back home.

Why is it that all of a sudden he’s not doing well?

Nathalie Quinlan’s fingertips were slightly cold, and beneath her eyes brewed a storm, her dark eyes thickened, seemingly harboring a beast ready to pounce at any moment.

"What happened?" she asked again.

This time, Nathalie Quinlan’s voice sounded calmer.

But the calmer it seemed, the more it represented the turbulent emotions hidden under that calmness.

The person on the other end finally found an opportunity to answer her, stammering, "This morning, someone sent a package to the nursing home, addressed to Mr. Zachmann. We thought it was just an ordinary delivery and gave it to Mr. Zachmann."

"Who knew it contained a severed finger, saying... saying it was Ms. Zachmann’s finger. Mr. Zachmann couldn’t handle the shock, his blood pressure skyrocketed, and he collapsed immediately."

Nathalie Quinlan’s eyes narrowed sharply.

First, Leonardy Zachmann was found with three broken ribs at an abandoned factory, then someone sent a package to Mr. Zachmann containing a severed finger of Caryn Zachmann...

Their intentions are clear!

Those people almost wrote "arrogant and domineering" on their foreheads.

She never wanted to deal with Caryn Zachmann’s mess. Caryn was greedy, wanting too much and getting into trouble, so any punishment was deserved.

But those people shouldn’t be arrogant enough to involve Mr. Zachmann.

She never thought they would be so bold, knowing the old man’s health wasn’t good, yet still sending a package. Clearly, they wanted to take his life.

Courting death!

Nathalie Quinlan’s face showed no expression, but the rebellious aura around her intensified. Her lashes lowered slightly, covering her eyes, her voice hoarse, "I’ll be there immediately."

Then she put away the phone, stood up, paused for a moment, and said to those who watched her make the call, "The nursing home called to say Mr. Zachmann has fainted. I’m going to pick him up."